When we fished the east side of the lake, we slowed the boat to get a closer look. How sad the owner doesn't see its rustic charm and put a heart beat back into the sweet structure. Maybe it's that business of being old and no one caring anymore.
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Gotta share what just happened here....
Hubby sitting in recliner reading morning paper. Me and fuzzy one in the other recliner typing. We heard a noise in the kitchen like somebody was tapping on our kitchen window. Hubby got up to see what the commotion was all about. Of all things, a red-bellied woodpecker was tapping his beak against the window. Do you suppose the bird is smart enough to be telling hubby the bird feeder is empty?